But I didn’t go home. I had one more stop to make. An opportunity like this doesn’t come along often for a “straight’ guy who secretly desires...to dress up and suck some cock. So, of course, I took a detour to the local seedy adult bookstore. I paid my five bucks and went to the back where the video booths were.The reactions I got this time were very different. A few older (probably married) guys immediately snapped to attention and started to follow me around. I soon picked an empty booth. He moaned again, this time in a higher pitch, as pained gurgle andchurning brought about his contracting waistline. Even as his stomachshrank, his hips and butt gained mass. His swelling rear pressed tightagainst the sides of his pants as he fumbled with his belt and undidhis fly to relieve pressure on himself. He cried out again, this timehowever there was a hint of pleasure to it. His shirt started to strainnext as his chest swelled outward. Cupping his swelling and sensitivechest as it. ‘Punkin’ balls.’ He said. ‘Soft lead, lots of shrap. They make big ragged holes going in and bigger more ragged holes going out.’ ‘What?!’ The man stammered. ‘Dude you’re straight fucking nuts. Who the fuck are you?’ He yelled. ‘You can holler all you want, ain’t nobody gon’ hear you. It’s just you and me and the stars and the crickets out here, my man. And my name’s Nails, by the way.’ The man in black said, almost cordially. ‘And I know, I know. I’ve heard it a thousand times.’ He said,. You could have been having sex with me for the last two days, you know. I wouldn’t have stopped you, even if I wasn’t ready to go on. But… I’m ready now. I want to feel how making love is SUPPOSED to feel. It was two days before my sixty-third birthday when I took Tess’ hand and led her to my bed. I held her tight in my arms and looked into her eyes, “I’ve loved you for a long time, you know. Never, never did I believe I’d be holding you like this.”She drew my head to hers and our lips met. The.